Club Desire # 1
By: Cassie Ryan
Releasing July 21, 2015
Running from a troubled past, Sandra Barry spent years hiding out in New York City’s BDSM scene, finding satisfaction and even a sense of community as a sub at a large dungeon. But when a stalker joins the dungeon posing as a Dom, he crosses her personal boundaries, giving her no choice but to return home to Arizona. Seeking refuge once again in the kink lifestyle, Sandra meets a sexy new Dom whose tutelage drives her wild—although there’s something familiar about him she just can’t place.
As a teenager, Brent Weston was a nerd. Now he owns the hottest dungeon in Phoenix, enjoying the power and success he’s always craved. All that’s missing is the right woman to share it with. Then one day Sandra, his secret high school crush, walks into his club. She’s just as beautiful as he remembers. She’s also scared as hell. Brent has been waiting for this moment, and now that Sandra’s in his sights, he’ll do anything to protect her, pleasure her—and prove that he’s the only master worthy of her devotion.
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Cassie Ryan (aka Tina Gerow) started her career writing steamy paranormal romance under another pen name. However, when one of her critique partners suggested she try her hand at contemporary romance, she gave it a shot—and Cassie Ryan was officially born. She lives in Phoenix, Arizona, and besides being a write-a-holic, is a frequent speaker on several writing and motivational topics.
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CLAIMED by Stacey Kennedy
MY OBSESSION by Cassie Ryan
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TAKE THE FALL by Marquita Valentine
YOUR TO KEEP by Serena Bell
SWEET THE SIN by Claire Kent
Whoever had designed this place had done a wonderful job. Even with the medieval feel of the outside, the inside was both modern and mysterious, which only served to heighten the erotic atmosphere surrounding her.
When they reached their floor, the doors opened directly into a large office. Piercing blue eyes captured hers immediately, locking her in place.
A flash of familiarity hit her before disappearing under the weight of that very intense gaze.
The owner of those eyes, a man with broad shoulders and rugged, almost harsh features, sat behind a huge oak desk. He stood, gesturing her inside before he walked around the desk toward her, in movements so fluid they mesmerized her. She’d never seen anyone move with such grace, and yet such definite authority and presence. His body was tight and toned, and she would bet he had sculpted abs and wonderfully muscled arms and shoulders under that expensive dress shirt.
Before she realized she’d stepped forward, the elevator doors shushed closed behind her and his large hands settled over hers. She tipped her head back to look up into a stunningly handsome face, wondering how she could ever have thought his features were harsh. They were hard and masculine. However, those blue eyes and full lips were both sensual and commanding, and made the entire combination striking.
“Welcome to Club Desire, Ms. Barry.” His voice sent her body into overdrive. It was deep and resonant, and made her pussy clench, begging to be filled like she’d seen down on the dungeon floor. She could imagine hanging from that rope, even as the fibers gently bit into her wrists and across her torso, leaving soft marks she would still see the next day. Even as the man before her pounded his cock into her again and again until her orgasm raged and she let loose her scream.
God, she was wet. She should be embarrassed, but she was too horny and keyed up to even care if the whole world knew about it at this point.
He watched her like a predator watches its prey, his gaze intense.
Sandra was surprised to find she wasn’t in any way frightened by him, even though he was a million times more imposing than Diego, her last Dom, could ever hope to be. There was something about his gaze that unfurled the last hard knot of unease she’d carried deep inside her gut since she’d boarded the plane for Phoenix three days ago.
The sexy man who had captured her attention walked around her in a slow circle, examining her with dark appreciation in his eyes. He radiated Dom with every breath. It was as if the entire world was his to do with as he wished.
And damn if that wasn’t sexy as hell.
She resisted the urge to rub herself against him like a cat and bask in the very masculine scent that emanated from him. Nothing specific she could name, except virility, sex, and power all rolled into something that filled her senses and made her want to beg⎯although she wasn’t quite sure for what. Maybe the elusive orgasm her body still screamed for?
Yes, that was worth begging for⎯especially from this man.
He stopped circling and looked down at her, the edges of his lips curving enough to make her suspect he might know what she’d been thinking.
Her inner submissive raged to life, even though she’d never fully given herself over to anyone.
But she recognized in this man a Dom who could both master her and care for her. Something she had never believed coexisted in one man until now.
She’d come here thinking to indulge her love of watching, her voyeuristic tendencies that had begun to sprout.
When her New York roommate, Darla, had offered to introduce her to some “friends” so Sandra didn’t spend yet another weekend at home alone, Sandra had reluctantly agreed. One night of getting to know a cross section of Doms, subs, switches, and others in the lifestyle had been enough to keep her coming back for the friendships and the feeling of belonging. But it had taken much longer for her to come out of her shell enough to start to see what she might actually enjoy participating in.
After fleeing New York and her abusive Dom, Diego, she’d sworn off the D/s relationship thinking it was not for her, though still enjoyed the kink, but not being controlled. Now she wasn’t so sure if she was truly done with D/s relationships. Maybe she’d been too hasty?